Rent was due Monday. My car had started making a clicking noise whenever I turned left. I had forty-three dollars in my checking account and a landlord who had recently discovered the phrase late fee.
Ordinary problems.
Problems I understood.
Then the front doors opened at 8:17 p.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A strange silence moved through Aurelia before I even saw why.
Our bartender stopped polishing a glass.
My manager, Greg, abandoned a conversation with a wealthy couple mid-sentence.
A man near the entrance actually lowered his eyes.
Two broad-shouldered men in dark suits entered first.
They didn\u2019t look around like customers.
They evaluated.
Doors.
Windows.
Kitchen entrance.
Restrooms.
People.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Luca Moretti walked in carrying a baby.
I knew his name because everybody in that room knew his name.
People said Luca owned freight companies, apartment buildings, nightclubs, half a dozen restaurants and enough legitimate businesses to require three accounting firms.
People also said there were other things he owned that did not appear on tax returns.
I had never cared enough to separate rumor from truth.
Men like Luca Moretti belonged to another universe.
Until he sat in mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was perhaps thirty-eight, taller than I expected, with thick dark hair, light stubble and a scar running from the edge of his right cheek toward his ear. His charcoal suit fit him too well to be rented, but his tie had been loosened, as if whatever meeting he had attended before dinner had already exhausted his patience.
Black ink disappeared beneath his collar.
A dark geometric tattoo circled one wrist.
His expression was controlled, unreadable.
But the child in his arms was rubbing a sleepy fist against one eye.
That ridiculous contrast made me stare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dangerous man.
Tiny blue sock.
Greg appeared beside me.
\u201cTable Twelve.\u201d
I looked at him.
\u201cYou\u2019re joking.\u201d
\u201cI have never been less funny in my life.\u201d
\u201cI have six tables.\u201d
\u201cYou now have five.\u201d
\u201cGreg\u2014\u201d
\u201cAvery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He almost never used my first name.
That frightened me more than Luca Moretti did.
\u201cDo not improvise. Do not make jokes. Do not ask personal questions. And if he wants something, get it.\u201d
I glanced toward Table Twelve.
\u201cHe brought a baby.\u201d
\u201cI can see that.\u201d
\u201cSo maybe he\u2019s just here for dinner.\u201d
Greg gave me a look normally reserved for people who microwaved aluminum foil.
\u201cSure. Let\u2019s believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I took a breath, grabbed a menu and walked over.
Luca\u2019s men sat on either side of him.
The baby occupied his lap, solemn and blond, wearing a little navy sweater over a white shirt.
He had large gray-blue eyes.
Strangely serious eyes.
\u201cGood evening,\u201d I said. \u201cWelcome to Aurelia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dante\u2019s lifeless body hit the imported tiles with a sickening thud, a dark pool of blood immediately expanding around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The shock of the sudden execution paralyzed the room for exactly one second. Then, absolute hell broke loose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dante\u2019s mercenaries, enraged by the death of their employer, opened fire simultaneously. Luca tackled me violently to the floor just as a hail of bullets shredded the stone pillar behind us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStay down!\u201d Luca roared, rolling into a crouch and returning fire with lethal, mechanical precision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The brief moment of hesitation from Luca\u2019s capos vanished. Seeing the Romano heir execute her own uncle to protect their boss shattered their doubts. The Moretti loyalists immediately engaged the invading mercenaries, turning the ruined grand foyer into a chaotic, bloody slaughterhouse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I crawled desperately over the shattered glass, my ears ringing violently from the concussive blasts. I found cover behind an overturned marble table, my chest heaving as I frantically checked the magazine of my weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was completely out of bullets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A massive mercenary in heavy tactical gear flanked Luca\u2019s position, raising a shotgun directly toward Luca’s blind spot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLuca, on your right!\u201d I screamed, throwing the empty pistol directly at the mercenary’s head with all my strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The heavy metal weapon struck the man squarely in the jaw. It wasn’t a lethal blow, but the sudden impact caused him to flinch, throwing his aim off by a crucial fraction of an inch. The shotgun blast pulverized the wall next to Luca, who spun around instantly and eliminated the threat with two clean shots to the chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Within three agonizing minutes, the brutal firefight was over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The remaining mercenaries, realizing their leader was dead and their ambush had failed, dropped their weapons and surrendered to Marco\u2019s surviving guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The grand foyer was completely destroyed, filled with smoke, blood, and the groans of the wounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Luca stood slowly amidst the carnage, his pristine suit torn and stained with soot and blood. He lowered his weapon, his chest heaving as he scanned the room until his dark eyes locked onto me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was trembling violently now that the adrenaline was fading, terrified of what he would do next. I had proven my loyalty, but I was still a Romano. In his world, my very existence was a threat to his throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He walked slowly toward me, his heavy boots crunching over the broken glass. His men watched in tense silence, waiting to see if their boss would finally eliminate the last rival bloodline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Luca reached out a massive, scarred hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing my trembling fingers into his warm palm. He pulled me up effortlessly, ignoring the blood and dirt covering my dress, and pulled me flush against his hard chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou are absolutely magnificent,\u201d Luca whispered fiercely into my ear, his voice thick with raw emotion and dark pride. \u201cAnd you are completely mine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Moretti king had made his choice. Now, the rest of the underworld had to accept it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n allow a woman with no experience to control half the city!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I leaned forward slowly, resting my elbows on the table and lacing my fingers together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don’t intend to run it alone, Don Falcone,\u201d I said quietly, my voice slicing through the heavy tension like a perfectly sharpened razor. \u201cI am bringing the entire Romano territory under the direct protection and control of the Moretti family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire room gasped. I was voluntarily merging the two most powerful, blood-soaked empires in history into one unstoppable syndicate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cConsider it my dowry,\u201d I added softly, turning to look at Luca, who was watching me with a look of pure, burning adoration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you insane?\u201d another boss hissed, realizing the sheer, terrifying magnitude of the power Luca was about to wield. \u201cYou cannot do this!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is already done,\u201d Luca said, standing up and placing a heavy, protective hand on my shoulder. \u201cAvery Isabella Romano is my future wife, and the mother to my heir. Anyone who disputes her claim will answer directly to my guns.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one said a single word. They all bowed their heads in defeated, resentful submission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I reached up and covered Luca\u2019s warm hand with my own. I had finally found my family, my throne, and my king. And we were going to rule the dark world together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Luca looked up.
The man had the unsettling habit of giving you his complete attention.
No distracted glance.
No checking his phone.
No pretending.
When those dark eyes landed on me, I suddenly became aware of my crooked name tag, my worn shoes and the loose strand of hair touching my cheek.
\u201cWhat can I bring you to drink?\u201d
\u201cMineral water.\u201d
His voice was lower than I expected.
\u201cThe Barolo for the table.\u201d
I wrote quickly.
\u201cAnd warm milk for him.\u201d
I smiled at the baby.
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The child froze.
His eyes locked onto mine.
Then both hands lifted.
At first I thought he was stretching.
Then he leaned toward me.
Not casually.
Desperately.
His fingers opened and closed.
A small broken sound came from his throat.
\u201cHey there,\u201d I whispered automatically.
The baby lunged harder.
Luca caught him beneath the arms.
The little boy whimpered.
One of the men at the table frowned.
\u201cLeo.\u201d
The baby ignored him.
\u201cLeo,\u201d Luca repeated.
Leo\u2019s lower lip trembled.
Then he began to cry.
Not the irritated fussing of a tired child.
It was heartbreak.
Immediate, breathless, panicked heartbreak.
Every time Luca pulled him back, Leo reached toward me again.
People began looking.
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Luca muttered, shifting him.
\u201cIt\u2019s okay.\u201d
\u201cHe\u2019s tired.\u201d
\u201cClearly I have that effect on men.\u201d
The sentence escaped before I remembered Greg\u2019s warning.
One of Luca\u2019s men looked down to hide what might have been a smile.
Luca stared at me.
For half a second, I was certain I had just ended my employment.
Then one corner of his mouth moved.
Barely.
\u201cYou joke when you\u2019re nervous.\u201d
\u201cI joke constantly, so that\u2019s probably concerning.\u201d
Leo screamed louder.
I crouched slightly until my face was level with his.
\u201cHey.\u201d
He stopped.
Just like that.
One ragged breath left him.
His wet eyes stared at me.
I smiled.
Leo made a tiny sound.
Then his face changed.
Recognition.
There was no reasonable word for it, but that was what I saw.
Recognition.
His entire little body relaxed.
He reached for my face.
His fingers brushed my cheek.
Luca went perfectly still.
Behind him, the older of his two companions whispered, \u201cJesus.\u201d
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.
Nobody answered.
I started to straighten.
Leo\u2019s hand caught my apron.
The crying immediately returned.
\u201cAvery.\u201d
Luca had read my name tag.
\u201cYes?\u201d
\u201cWould you hold him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n